She was so covered that she almost suffocated. She didn't know how long it took, but she was tired from struggling and fell asleep. When she woke up again, it was already dusk, and the setting sun shone through the skylight, making it dim and ambiguous.
She found that her white gauze robe had been torn to pieces. She immediately jumped out of bed and quickly put on a neat dress. She felt as comfortable as a lamb that had finally escaped the hunter.
At this time, I opened my eyes in the dim light and looked at the face exposed on the bed: the facial features that were about to be distorted were still such a strong and handsome face, like Apollo in his prime. Further down, there was a broad chest, three
Seventeen-year-old Luo Jia was in his prime when a man was at his strongest, but he was plagued by this disease like a desperate wild wolf.
She squinted her eyes, feeling a little proud, and said to herself: "Your Majesty, you haven't recovered yet. Oh, it seems that God is still fair and won't let a wicked person like you do whatever you want."
He didn't know if he heard her words in his dream, but his exposed hand flinched.
She thought of his previous cruelty and inexplicable madness, and sneered. Luojia was just a wolf in sheep's clothing. What he said about his father and the king of the north were all lies. Those who obey me will prosper and those who go against me will perish, and she is the same.
It's just a tiny ant. If he wants to crush it to death, he can crush it to death at will.
"Luojia, you always say that I am cruel. In fact, when it comes to cruelty, who can compare to you?"
His hand was still exposed, but it shook again unconsciously. She took a step forward, pulled the quilt, and covered his whole body, including his head, regardless of whether it would cover him to death.
"Your Majesty Luojia, you are suffering from a severe cold. I know some treatment methods. However, how can I save you? Anyway, you should also experience what it is like to wait for death."
Compassion? No matter how much mercy is given, Luo Jia cannot do it. What’s more, she doesn’t have much compassion in her body.
The setting sun shines on the windows, but cannot penetrate, leaving the ground dim.
Luo Jia slowly opened his eyes. There was a bowl of steaming herbs on the table. The girl's body was standing by the window. She could only see the waterfall-like black hair. The memory was vague, as if she was hugged by such a soft body.
In my arms, I felt like I was having a long dream. In the dream, I saw that fat little piglet with a smile on his forehead: "Father, am I not a beauty?" The feeling at that moment will be unforgettable for the rest of my life.
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However, he didn't know whether it was an illusion or reality. The girl in front of him was neatly dressed, without any trace of panic in his memory. This moment was so strange that he suddenly wanted to look through the soft white robe to see if it was still the same.
The cute little body that he had many years ago was as fat as a smooth piglet. However, it was clearly a slim body. No longer, it was no longer the cute child it was before. He shook his head violently,
He seemed to want to shake off these nonsense thoughts. Fortunately, he glanced around and found that everything was clean and tidy, and there were no torn pieces of clothes. He thought that it must be a dream, and he was wrong about it. He would never
You will meet that hateful little devil - don't forget, she is the Holy Virgin Princess and cannot be blasphemed!
As if sensing his gaze, Fangfei slowly turned back, with a hint of sarcasm in her smile: "Your Majesty, are you finally awake? I've prepared medicine for you."
He sat up in surprise, with his upper body naked: "Can this medicine cure my cold syndrome?"
"No! I want to poison you!"
He suddenly remembered everything that happened today and almost jumped up. With an angry look on his face: "Fangfei, you, you..."
"Me what?"
He was slumped and his whole body was weak. At this time, his consciousness gradually became rational. She didn't take the opportunity to harm herself when she was sick, so how could she deliberately poison the prince? What's more, whether the prince recovered or not was still an important factor in whether she could escape.
Weight.
After all, I was still timid in my heart. I was actually afraid of getting bad news, so it took me a long time to ask: "What's wrong with the prince?"
"I asked around, he's not dead yet."
He was overjoyed, but didn't know how to express his joy. He took the medicine and was about to drink it when he heard her sarcastic voice: "Drink it? Do you really want to drink it? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow?"
He picked up the medicine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and then placed the bowl on the table.
"Fangfei, can my cold syndrome be cured?"
Fang Fei bit her lip, can it be done? It depends on his conditions, doesn't it?
That tiny bit of cunning fell right into the eyes of Luo Jia, this tiny, cunning person. He sighed deeply in his heart, how could he bear to put her on the fire? How could he bear it? He was even furious before.
He pinched her neck from time to time and felt scared.